Glory

Glory.

I stand strong where i stand i have given my all and made this
a much better world.
Winter is just around the corner and soon i will not bloom again for many months.
I will sleep here where i lay as though i were dead.
I hope they will remember me and not dig me up.
when winter comes i am barely a stick in the ground, from stunningly beautiful
blooms and shiny green leaves i become nothing.
I fight back but i must rest until spring.
I am stripped of everything that i am. One might say i am dead and then i rise again.
everything is taken from me then given back to me in one giant swoop when spring comes again.
You will see what i mean i will come back stronger and more beautiful than ever, my scent will
be strong you will take me into your home to fill your room with beauty.
by Gentine